Bouncer’s Folly (7 page)

“What do you think you’re doing with that?”

“I’m being your sponsor.”

“I didn’t know that entailed corporal punishment.”

“With you, I’m making a special exception.” He doubled the belt in his hands, pulled the two ends tight and snapped the middle together, the resulting pop echoing through the apartment and zinging an instant hot dose of lust to Zara’s center. Her dick, already hard and erect, throbbed.

For the first time since her angels had sent her back, she wondered if any remnants of Trevor’s consciousness dwelled within his body. Was it her
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reacting to the anticipation of a spanking from Ramsey or was it Trevor reacting?

God, she didn’t even know what the man was into other than getting high, although the four-poster bed in Trevor’s bedroom gave her some ideas.

She just knew
she
wasn’t into discipline. At least she didn’t used to be. But she couldn’t say the sight of Ramsey stalking towards her from across the room didn’t turn her on. Oh man, did it!

If Trevor
had
been into this stuff, why on earth would he dabble in drugs? Just the idea of Ramsey putting that belt to her ass was enough of a high to make pre-cum pool in the slit of her cock. She could feel the liquid leaving a wet spot against the front of her boxers and jeans.

“Are you going to come here or do I need to come get—”

“Your boyfriend?”

“Over the top?”

“A little.”

Ramsey shrugged. “I thought it was a nice touch.” He popped the belt again. “Or would you prefer to call me ‘Daddy?’”

“Ha! In your dre—”

Ramsey rushed her, tossing his looped belt over her head until it settled around her waist.

He pulled her forward like a calf he had just roped until she stumbled into his chest. “I think this would make more of an impact if you were naked,” he murmured and slapped one of his big palms against Zara’s ass.

She yelped, more from surprise than any pain, and automatically rubbed herself against him with a low moan.

“You are such a bad boi, you know that?”

“I know, Daddy. I need you to whip me into shape. That is your job, isn’t it?”

“You really want some of this?”

Zara glanced up when she heard the uncertainty in his voice and noticed the flicker of hesitation in his brandy eyes as if he was afraid of going too far with this game and didn’t want to hurt her.

Should she help him grapple with his obvious demons playing out this little scenario?

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Zara took it as a “yes” when her insides tingled at the prospect of further role playing and turned around to rub her ass against Ramsey’s substantial erection. “Would it help if I told you I was tempted?”

“To use?”

“I was feeling weak. I wanted to try some of his stuff.”

“You’re pushing it, Trevor.”

“So, what are you going to do about i—” Before Zara could get the last word out he took the belt from around her and swept her off her feet into his arms like some urban Rhett Butler, carrying her through the house to Trevor’s bedroom before dumping her on the king-size bed.

“Strip.”

Zara shuddered at his harsh command, looking into his hot gaze, seeking reassurance and finding it in the depths of his brandy eyes. Despite his tone, she knew he would never hurt Trevor, she knew he would never go too far. She trusted him.

“Now, Trevor.” Ramsey snapped the belt as he toed off his cross-trainers then proceeded to strip out of his jeans, shirt and boxer briefs until he was standing before her in just his beautiful, coffee-brown skin.

Zara stared at his large cock jutting at her from a nest of black curls, the bulbous head flushed and dripping pre-cum. She licked her lips, trying to catch up with Ramsey as she removed her own clothes as fast as she could.

Ramsey came to the bed and helped her out of her last piece of clothing.

He slowly dragged her boxers down her legs and discarded them over his shoulder before he returned to her, brandishing his belt. “Turn over.”

She did, breathless and more excited now than she’d ever been in her life.

“Just so you’re never tempted again.”

Zara never thought she would be so turned on by pain. But when it came, the belt whistling through the air a second before impacting with her bare ass, she shrieked then closed her eyes and instantly sank into the stinging heat with a groan.

She ground her hard dick into the mattress, writhing as she waited for the next blow. It came before she could take a deep breath, then eight more in quick succession, each one smarting just a little more then the last as Ramsey got into an alluring, lulling rhythm until Zara heard herself alternately whimpering and moaning with the ecstasy of it.

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“Damn you, Trevor! C’mere…” Ramsey tossed the belt aside, scooped her up into his arms again and kissed her all over her face, cooing apologies and sweet nothings in her ear.

“Why are you apologizing? I liked it.”

He gently placed her back on the bed, facedown, running his fingers over her skin from her shoulders to her feet. He massaged the bottoms with his thumbs before working his way back up to caress her tender ass.

She winced before she felt him blowing against both sensitive cheeks, his breath like a cool, healing gel against sunburned skin. Then he leaned in and kissed each cheek.

“My poor baby.”

“You can make it up to me.” She lifted up on her elbows, looked at him over her shoulder and smiled.

“How?”

“By fucking me right now, as hard and long as you can.”

“I can do that.”

Zara reached for the bedside table, sure Trevor had the appropriate paraphernalia for a sexual assignation, didn’t think he would be worth his salt as a young gay man in New York if he didn’t. She searched through the top drawer, finding all sorts of useful gadgets and goodies—a beige, ten-inch dildo, a matching butt plug, a pair of Velcro wrist and ankle cuffs, a small bong, some amyl nitrate poppers and a baggie full of multicolored pills that Zara thought were probably ecstasy. Goodness a treasure-trove of decadence!

Ramsey peeked over her shoulder into the drawer. “I should have dumped your stash before I left earlier and gotten rid of your temptations. I wasn’t thinking.”

“We’ll get rid of it together later. But first things first…” Zara grabbed the tube of lubricant and the string of condoms beside it.

Ramsey took the condoms, ripped one packet off the string and tore into the foil with his teeth and hands. By the time he sheathed his erection and settled his wide shoulders between Zara’s legs, she had already applied a generous amount of lube in and around her anus.

She lay on her back and watched Ramsey lower his head to her throbbing dick, fascinated by the unfamiliar sight, struck by the impossible feelings coursing through her.

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As soon as Ramsey put his mouth on her, licking the jewel of pre-ejaculate from the head of her penis,
she
became a
he
, and
he
was Zara, trembling in delight at his rebirth.

He cupped Ramsey’s head, reveling in the feel of the short soft curls beneath his hands, gently thrusting his hips up as Ramsey lowered his head and sucked Zara’s shaft.

Oh my God, that felt good! And so alien he thought he would fly apart in a million pieces with the weird joy of it.

Ramsey held his hips in place as if he could read Zara’s mind, slowly raising his head and licking every drop of pre-cum from Zara’s penis. “You don’t come until I’m inside you.”

“Right, Daddy.”

Ramsey leered, hooked Zara’s legs over his arms and positioned himself at his opening. He circled his hips, easing his cock inside before plunging passed Zara’s rosette.

Zara closed his eyes and caught his breath as Ramsey remained still above him.

“You okay, baby?”

He was fine, but he knew as deep as Ramsey had gone, he wasn’t as deep as he could go. Zara grabbed hold of the other man’s ass to pull him closer. “More. I can take it.”

“You’ve proven your resilience more than once.” Ramsey leaned in to nibble Zara’s earlobe, sucking and licking the sore spot before moving up to his ear and circling the delicate network of gristle and skin until he trembled.

“Fuck me. You owe me. Please.”

Ramsey chuckled, bracing his weight on his hands as he thrust inside, grinding and gyrating his hips, pulling back to brush the inside of Zara’s ass with several quick shallow strokes before plunging deep again.

Zara panted as he neared climax, couldn’t imagine a high better or more exhilarating than the white heat that suffused his body when Ramsey growled above him and sped his thrusts. Zara’s testicles tightened against his groin before his shaft spurted cum onto his belly and he cried out with spent lust.

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Body coated with a fine sheen of moisture that made his skin glow, Ramsey rested his weight on Zara before pulling him into a firm hug and nuzzling his throat.

The words were there, right on the tip of Zara’s tongue, choking him.

He was unsure if they were his words to say or if Ramsey was the one he was supposed to say them to.

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Trevor lay facing Ramsey, head nestled against his chest while he alternately made circles around Ramsey’s nipples with his fingertip.

Ramsey’s cock twitched beneath the sheet semi-erect and preparing for another round with his randy bad boy.

“What made you come back?” Trevor asked.

How crazy would Trevor think him if he said he’d had a feeling something wasn’t right and that Trevor needed help? Or worse, could Ramsey tell him he’d gotten a call from Travis who—after Ramsey grilled him about how he had gotten his number—told Ramsey
he
had a bad feeling about his brother and that Ramsey should make his way over to Trevor’s apartment pronto? Both were the truth. He’d been on his way over to Trevor’s when he got the call from Travis. But instead of answering the wild child’s question he asked one of his own. “Why didn’t you call me, Trevor?”

He shrugged and cuddled closer to Ramsey’s chest.

“Don’t think you can charm your way out of trouble.” Ramsey chuckled, heart already softening in direct opposition to his hardening dick when Trevor reached down between them to caress his balls.

Damn, this kid brought out sides of him he never knew existed. No way in hell had Ramsey expected to be so turned on from putting his hands—or his belt—on another person, not after the trauma of having to whip and scare his own brother straight after catching the fourteen-year-old smoking pot in his bedroom when Ramsey was home on a break from his senior year of college. And not after watching several men put their hands on his mother and brother in the name of discipline and love.

He’d gotten his clock cleaned but good a few times standing up to grown men in the name of protecting his mother. By the time he’d turned sixteen he’d had a couple of growth spurts and was able to hold his own
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defending his mom and Kyle against any asshole who thought he was the new man of the house.

Not on Ramsey’s watch.

“So, why didn’t you call me?”

“I thought I could handle him on my own. I’ll have to one day, won’t I?”

“But not yet.”

Trevor glanced up at him and cupped his face with one hand. “I’m stronger than I look. And don’t let my youth fool you.”

Looking into Trevor’s bottomless, Caribbean blue eyes, he thought the younger man at only twenty-four had him by a decade as far as some life experiences went. “Did you really like all that stuff we did earlier?”

“I assume you’re talking about the spanking?”

“Yeah.”

Trevor grinned and climbed on top of Ramsey to straddle his hips.

“What do you think?”

Ramsey wrapped his arms around Trevor’s lean waist and linked his fingers. “I think you’re one kinky boi.”

“But you like this kinky boi, don’t you?”

“Oh yeah.” A lot, truth be told and that scared the hell out of him.

“And having me at the end of your belt turned you on, didn’t it?”

He hated to admit it, but the memory of watching the rosy warm glow of Trevor’s ass, seeing him squirm and hearing him groan in rapture had Ramsey hard as a steel spike.

What kind of freak was he?

“You know it takes two,” Trevor murmured.

“I know that.”

“You didn’t do anything to me I didn’t want you to do.”

“You’re sure?”

“Next time I might let you cuff me to the bed.” Trevor winked and wiggled against Ramsey’s throbbing cock behind him.

He’d been in this world twenty-nine years and never in all that time had he considered the kinky, dark side of sex an option for him. He’d been too busy being the perfect son and brother to dabble in anything more intense or emotionally taxing than vanilla sex. He couldn’t spare his passion on 52

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anything more, couldn’t let anything get in the way of earning his degree and looking out for his mom and brother.

He considered his sacrifices well worth his time since his brother was a recent college grad with aspirations of going into law, and his mom was clean and sober, happily single and gainfully employed for the last five years.

But for once he was ready to do something for himself, ready to explore different sides of himself besides the focused, strict fitness trainer or the stony-faced bouncer.

Lord help him, he wanted to explore his different sides with Trevor.

* * * *

Travis knew he was overstepping his bounds, but short of rushing upstairs and bursting into his brother’s apartment, harassing Ramsey on the street when he left the building was the best thing he could do to find out how his brother was doing without letting Trevor
know
that he was checking up on him.

Trevor was fiercely protective of his privacy and independence, had been since coming out to their parents when he was eighteen, fully prepared for their wrath and rejection and getting both right before they threw him out.